Okay so this is where some creepy things come into play. If you don't like a fright, or think it's too scary (for whatever reason) you simply do not have to read. Then there is also the meeting or Matty and Ivan w

There's a creaking in the floor boards as the light begins to flicker more. What was that?

Ivan clears his throat. "I'm here for defending myself, da? My sister came at me. Natalya. She should be the one in here…" He closes his eyes. "So weird…"

There was more to the story of course, but unlike the others Francis encourages more. "Well what else? We all know that's not enough Ivan." The blonde smiles and tilts his head. Truly here to help those who need it, but why?

"I flipped out after she took my scarf off."

"Define 'flipped out'."

Ivan keeps his mouth pursed in a flat line. Nothing more was to be said. He wasn't going to be embarrassed by his childish actions.

Francis would sigh and looks to everyone. "Alright, Bash and Ivan I'm going to escort you to your rooms. Everyone else, go to the Cafeteria and enjoy lunch."

The group nods in one single motion. They all stand like robots assimilated to do so. Ivan watches with a harsh glance. These people look so dead on the inside.

Francis looks to Ivan. "Oh and you're getting a new roommate tomorrow if you behave." Oh joy. "His name is Feliciano Vargas. He's the twin of Lovino." The blonde man then leads them to their designated rooms.

Ivan lies in his bed staring up at the white ceiling. The clock was the only noise he could hear. Its ticking seemed to get louder and louder. The Russian sucks in a long breath and huffs it out before closing his eyes. This place was so boring and lonely. He missed Katyusha, his eldest sister. She would always take good care of him, but why was she so weird?

There's a knock at the door. "Hello Ivan." It was the brunette woman. What was she called again, Eliz? "I have your dinner, and when you finish Dr. Williams has requested you join him for a bit of an appointment."

"Da. I'll be there."

"Remember it's the orange line." She reminds the other.

After he finished the meal alone in silence with the clock ticking loudly, Ivan gets up and places the dish on the dresser. A dresser that was still absent of clothing, still loathing for something to fill its emptiness. The Russian turns his head and looks at the plain white door for a moment.

He hears a new noise accompanying the ticking of the clock. Something was scratching very lightly against something of the texture of glass. The scratches turned to tapping. Ivan swallows silently wishing that it was his imagination. He turns around and looks out the tightly sealed window. The nighttime was slipping in with a purple brown and blue abstract appearance, yet that didn't distract him from looking into those white eyes.

It was him, the Rake. Ivan shakes his head stepping back. How could he have fallowed. "Go away!"

The creature tilts his head and lifts its long lean finger up against the glass, and slowly brushes it making that horrid scratching. A movement so slow and light the sound lingers in the back of one's mind. This had to be a mind trick. He had to be schizophrenic as well. This isn't a real thing. That would be like saying slender man is real.

Ivan decides he needs a doctor. One that treated mental wounds would work best in this case. It's time to solve all these problems. Even if they weren't what the doctor expects.

He exits his room and looks down at the orange line. It seemed like something you shouldn't fallow. Something that would lead you down the wrong path, but he fallows it despite the sinking feeling in his stomach.

The Russian finds his way to the door. It was the classical brown solid door with a tinted window titled "Dr. Williams".

Ivan's pulse quickens when he hears someone softly whisper, "Come in." He shakes his head some. Was this some joke? Who tells someone to enter like that? Did the Rake learn how to speak? Did it lead him here on purpose? Was it going to eat him alive or slowly torment him? Worst of all, was it just going after him, or had it already collected his precious sisters?

He collects himself and creeks the door open to a surprising sight. It was a bubbly room full of color, with a medium framed man sitting at the dark wooden desk accompanied by a small bear. It was a relief, but at the same time it was… weird.

Ivan takes a seat in one of the two matching maroon chairs facing the Doctors desk at an angle. "Hello." There was that harsh whispering again. So it was him? Who talks like that?

"Speak up. How do you get others to listen to you? I can barely hear."

"Oh um." It was still so scratchy and quiet. "Well you see when I'm their ticket out of here everyone tends to listen better. Although people still seem to see strait through me. It's almost like I'm invisible." Dr. Williams fixes his glasses.

He was a strange one. His room was a breath of fresh air compared to the rest of the grey building, but it was so out of place. The walls were a dulled purple with white trimming that blended well with the dark blue carpet. Ivan notes it's the same blue Natalya's eyes are. He looks at the Doctor. His desk was full of cluttering nick-knacks. Some even moved and did things like the bird that dips into the colored water solution because of evaporation.

Then there was he himself. The Russian studies the other. He was smaller than himself, and had pale skin like his own. He was obviously from a colder climate or perhaps England; because lord knows they hardly see the sun there. His glasses were rounded at the edges, and if truth be told he looked a lot like that kid that binged, but thinner and better trained in business. His hair was golden and wavy and had purple eyes. Ivan blinks some thinking to himself: Are those my purple eyes? The man before him had features that complimented him well. So why so quiet?

"I assure you, you are not invisible. You are simply too quiet."

The man behind the desk would giggle lightly. "Yeah, I get that a lot."

Ivan is taken aback some. "Why are you not louder?"

"I see no reason to be."

"Why?"

"We're here for you Mr. Braginski." That voice was beginning to get on the Russian's nerves, but he easily stays in check. "and we should be talking about you."

He'd rather not. Ivan looks around trying to find a scapegoat. He needs more time away from that room. It was too creepy, although it was still better than dealing with Natalya. There's a shiver that goes down the larger males spine. Yes, he would much rather deal with the Rake than her.

Ivan smiles and looks at the small bear approaching him. "Why is he here?"

"He helps some of the patients cope."

"Ah." Ivan picks the bear up-

"B-BE CAREFUL!" The Canadian stops and swallows before finishing the rest of what he had to say. "He doesn't like to be handled like that. D-don't touch his stomach."

Ivan grins like a child. So this bear was the other's weakness? Oddly enough the bear seemed to like the Russian. It nuzzles into his broad torso and looks over to its owner. "Who?"

"That would be Ivan, Kumajaja."

The bear repeats himself, "Who?"

"I'm Matthew! You're owner. I'm the person that feeds you.

"Where?"

"We're from Canada!"

Figured I'd end this one off lightly. By the way The Rake is a creepy pasta online that is a scary story like say slender man or Bigfoot. If you want information on it here's a link: wiki/The_Rake
I do not own anything about The Rake, any other tall tale, or Hetalia for that matter.

So is it all in his head? Is he crazy? Well that's for me to know. :D
The relationship thing will get fluffier and fluffier the more the story progresses.